[ He turns and glances at Peter after his explanation. God. Two whole years, he said. Lost himself for two whole years. Here, Dylan's depressed about a single night. Though less for the night and more what it means for the rest of his life. His hand swipes at the bridge of his nose and he looks up at the starry night. Land of endless night up here in Wintermute. ]

I haven't. I didn't bother trying. Not so sure I can wrap my brain around changing into another creature right now. I don't even know where to begin. You know what you're changing into. What if my familiar form is just...what I turned into already? Only I can do it at will? Who wants that?

[ A pause as he looks toward Peter again. ]

Where did you go on the night of the full moon?